And stop you in your tracks
And you wonder how you got here.
Shaking your head
Trying to remember you are just sitting in front of a computer
Mesmerised
Wondering
What will He say next?
What will i say next?
He questions you.
Do you answer truthfully
Or commit the sin of lying to protect yourself?
Or do you leap into the unknown?
Take a risk?
And be honest, He requests,
Is that really how you feel?
Answer Him
Feel your inner flood
Touch your desire to open up
Caress your subconsciousness
And concentrate on the exchange.
What is happening here?
A little voice says,
A voice that echos
A voice you want to ignore.
Wanting to climb back up on that pedestal He took away
And turned to dust.
Naked as you came into this world you hope you sound credible
As the words you longed to speak tumble from your lips
Who is this person inside you
That feels so vulnerable yet free
A softer you that wants nothing more
Than the privilege of curling up on His lap?
With all the faults you'd expect
I'm getting older and I have less time to dance.
I wish I was fitter
I talk to My pot belly
I like bourbon and drink beer when it's hot.
I laugh and joke when I shouldn't
Sometimes I'm insensitive
I'm egocentric some say selfish
My crook knee plays up
And it hurts to play soccer with My son but I do because I like it.
But when he goes to bed
mum and Dad go to bed
And O/our lives change and W/we are U/us again.
Like W/we always do
W/we look at each O/other and smile
The Dom in Me envelops you in My arms
And thanks you for your hard work over the weekend
I touch your face and kiss your forehead
And tell you how much you mean to Me
That I am blessed to have such a wonderful woman
Who cares for Me as you do
And almost never complains
When everything is done and I drag you kicking, screaming and laughing
Onto My lap and you mould yourself to Me
And you sigh
And play wth the hairs on My chest
And look at Me with those big blue eyes
And you smile and ask if there is anything on tv I want to watch
I know that look
That hungry look
The one W/we both recognise
The Dom in Me knows you so well
Better perhaps than you know yourself
And for a few hours each day I remind you of what makes you scream in ecstacy
And why you put up with that fucking toilet seat left up.